Would you like a go with my balls?

...those were actually -near enough- the words from the man in the blip as he and his friend were finishing their game -an end of bowls?.
We'd gone to pick up my train ticket for next weekend and had a stroll through Victoria Park on the way back to the car. So while Laura grabbed an ice cream I took a couple of shots of the two elderly gents on the bowling green -the big green bit on the map.
They didn't seem to mind and then gave me the offer in the title that I had to politely decline.